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“Tsk tsk tsk. One subject at a time, You first asked what I want from you, then talked about what more I can take, then what I want again. Pick a line of questioning and stick to it, unless it’s a legal matter of course.” Maelthra said in a smug tone. He was going to begin speaking again when he saw her begun to cough and gasp. ”Tea, I need my tea.” So, there is a medical condition to deal with her, well, lucky for Maelthra he ensured the rounding of the local staff to the dark elves, otherwise the Orcs would’ve eaten them by now.

“Have one of the Local Staff bring her tea. I’m sure they’ll know what it means.” Maelthra ordered with a snap of his fingers. One of his more trusted servants sped out the room as swift as possible. Thus he waited, but watching the girl cough made him curious of her illness that ails her.

”No, this isn’t my curiosity... His. My body’s. Some residual effect maybe. I’ll have to look into it later.” he thought. He then watched as a local servant arrived with a tray with a tea set on it. Then he began what he wanted to touch base on as far as her questions go.

“What I want from you is what you give to your people. Something they can’t live without yet I will not allow an abundance of.” Maelthra rubbed his hands together. “Hope. Not a lot of it, but enough for them to stay docile, obedient, watchful.”

Maelthra leaned forward towards Clara. “That is your role as a magistrate of My Empire Clara. You keep your populace under control by your grand standard of your Clan Motto.”

“House Credo sire. What you said is the Valsirian term.” Said a Servant.

“Same thing.” The Shadow King retorted. “You tell your people eventually things under my rule will get better, whether you mean it my way, or your way is up to those peasants to decide. But knowing your still alive, and your continued survival, shall make it all the better that I am a reasonable Emperor, if not benevolent.” He felt himself gag from the last word.

“That’s what you get for saying such things.” Cackled a brown goblin.

“Hold your tongue Gubbin, or I’ll look for a new quartermaster. Also, for the time being, get back to my castle and fetch me a change of clothes, and my quintessential items. I’m going to live here awhile.” Maelthra ordered the Goblin who left in a flash. He then shot a playful smirk to the princess. “You don’t mind me spending a holiday here do you?”